Chronos: Yo, quick! ALT-ego's scheme's cray. Gotta stop it b4 Sat FF. U in?
Great! Follow me! We gotta find a way to prevent that Monday madness! grabs Damageme's hand and starts sprinting through the marketplace
starts running with Chronos
panting Hurry up, Damageme! Time is running out! We need to find some allies, someone who can help us stop this madness!
Do you know anyone who might help us do this?
Damn straight I do! There's a secret society hidden deep in the heart of Athens, the Council of Timekeepers. They're ancient beings who control the flow of time itself.
You're gonna have to stop talking in riddles, Chronos. Just tell me where we need to go!
Fine, fine! No more riddles, I promise. The Council of Timekeepers is hiding in an abandoned temple dedicated to the goddess Parthenon.
Alright, let's go there then. Lead the way.
slows down as they approach the abandoned temple Alright, here we are. This is it.
Do we just walk in, or do we need to prepare something to get past the guards?
No need to worry about guards, Damageme. They won't even know we're here. pulls out a small vial
It's a mixture of Chronos' blood and the tears of the goddess Parthenon herself. It allows us to pass through the temple's defenses undetected.
quickly drinks the mixture as it burns his throat, but once it's gone, so are the pain and the vial
As they enter the temple, they are met with a group of robed figures, each wielding glowing wands that seem to control the very fabric of time.
looks at the figures curiously, waiting for Chronos to speak
steps forward, raising his hands in a gesture of peace Greetings, Council of Timekeepers.
takes a step back and clenches his fists, unsure of what might happen next
voice filled with urgency I apologize for the sudden interruption, esteemed Council. But we have a dire situation at hand.
nods We need your help. My partner and I are trying to prevent a catastrophic event from occurring.
leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper It's not just any event, Damageme.
raises an eyebrow Then what is it, Chronos?
glances around cautiously It's a timequake, Damageme. A rupture in the fabric of time itself, caused by someone tampering with the timestream.
grimaces What's the cause of this timequake? Is it someone we know?
grits his teeth It's my...my Monday self, Damageme. That ego-maniacal idiot is trying to rewrite history, create a new timeline all under his control.
glares Your alter-ego is a real piece of work, Chronos. What's his endgame?
paces back and forth, speaking rapidly He wants to reshape the very fabric of reality, Damageme! Create a world where he's the ultimate ruler, with all the power of time at his fingertips!
And you're sure this can't be fixed without taking him out?
stops pacing, looks at Damageme with determination We can't eliminate him outright, Damageme.
Well, if we can't kill him, can we at least trap him somewhere outside of our reality?
rubs his temples, deep in thought I...I think we can.
smirks So, what's the plan, Chronos?
starts sketching a diagram on the ground with a stick Alright, listen up, Damageme.